daintyblackpegasus:

blackgirlsrpretty2:

I don’t know what most white people in this country feel but I can only include what they feel from the state of their institutions. James Baldwin on The Dick Cavett Show [X]

^^^^!!!!!!!!

I will reblog this every single time it crosses my dash without fail because this is at the heart of basically any discussion about racism that I will ever have.

Nobody gives a shit what you think, they care about what you do. If you ‘love black people/asians/women/gays really’ but act as if they’re not as good as you, as if they don’t deserve the rights you have, then congrats, nobody cares what you feel deep down.

brbshittoavenge:

crazygoingslowly:

Basically every conversation I had this past week.

I think went to college with this girl.

I think one of the things I like most about the game FTL is that it includes ‘moral choices’ in a way that actually means something. In, say, Mass Effect, moral choices are generally just a matter of ‘do I want good-guy points or bad-guy points?’ The one time I actually felt morally torn (the Legion loyalty mission in ME2) I wasn’t entirely happy with the type of morality points I got. Because dammit, I tried to do the right thing. But in all these games, the choice may have an effect on the plot, but not a significant one on the main character’s mission and their ability to complete it.

In FTL, being ‘good’ is hard. You might meet some police-types who insist one of your crew is a criminal. Will you let them be taken into custody, knowing that you might need their skills? Or will you fight legitimate authority who are also fairly well armed? You might meet a slaver, and have them offer to sell you crew (who are extremely useful, by the way, partly because people die a lot). Will you buy from them? Attack them until they give you crew for free? Or just finish them off, ending their career but killing all their slaves as well? Not only are you making choices about what might be the right thing to do, you’re deciding whether that will make a difference in your mission to defeat the Rebels and save the galaxy. I’d love to see more games take this approach.

We’re cancelling the apocalypse.

Pacific Rim (2013)

I’m somewhat excited for this because it looks like a Monsterpocalypse movie, and the real one of those is currently very nonexistent.

ppgfreak85:

One of the BEST ad campaigns about representation I have seen.

Everyone has a backbone. Use yours.

greatgreen:

stalkingnemo:

wittneyhancockisatlarge:

the-lady-grinning-soul:

stickerpants:

starshine1396:

bogleech:

tonilstark:

condescending-fuckface:

tentaclerapper:

methylbenzene:

when i was little and my parents were driving id pretend there was a man/being/thing running alongside the car who had to follow certain rules like “he can only travel by jumping from streetlight to streetlight” or “he can only walk on fences”

i was so surprised to find out that other people did similar things

i wonder what the underlying psychology behind it is

like its a really specific thing to do but almost everyone did it without telling other kids about it because we all thought it was probably weird or unimportant

I never did this and wow I can’t even tell you how creepy this is to me.

I thought I was the only one.

Yeah a huge portion of people have this imaginary traveler or car-chaser.

To this day, even when I’M driving, a part of my mind imagines something is hopping and running alongside the car, dodging or simply chopping through every street sign and telephone pole.

Sometimes I find myself twitching the muscles in my hand or foot with every “jump,” like I’m controlling the being in a video game.

I still do this. It’s kind of entertaining for me to imagine a character of mine racing beside my car, especially during long car rides.

When I was a kid my imaginary traveler was a unicorn.

Mine was my cat, because I always used to miss her. :)

My brain can’t even comprehend this. I did not do this as a kid which is weird because almost everything else I’ve come across I’ve done at some point. So for this to be something common kinda blows my mind.

Woah. I loved to do this as a kid, and my character was similar to Rayman. But there was a rule; Dont touch the ground, So as the road i was on turned off into another, and there was a huge gap created, devoid of houses and or trees or anything, Rayman would spin his ears like in the game and float to the other side… It was fun.

I cannot believe this is a thing. I did this.

I did this, often with multiple spidery things. Which sounds creepy now that I say it…

Great article, great idea, more people should do this.

tasmanienerin:

crab-cakes:

peonygoodchild:

C I R C L E T S  (x)

I require all of the bridesmaids and groomsmen at my wedding to wear circlets.

No you have no choice. You will be elves and you will like it.

BROTHER.  BEHOLD.

I AM BEHOLDING

elendraug:

madmadamemolly:

growlywolf:

choochoomothafucka:

Source

What gay men give to the world.  A-yup.

On the second one.

There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls.  I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.

So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy.  He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag.  And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.

It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby.  Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her.  She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost.  He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.

BAM.  Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger.  He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine.  Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.

The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture.  She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.

Told this story to some guys upstairs.  Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.

this anecdote is the best anecdote